May 01, 2007 01:46
So I'm drunk on two and half bucks of cranberry juice and gin.
Note to self: Gin sucks. Gin is Pinesol. Don't do it.
I have a three page long epic prose that will be sent to someone soon.
I'm sure he really wants to hear more of what I have to say.
I'm sure more of me talking is what he is excited to experience.
I want to call him. Me drunk + Him = not just good, but also comforting times.
This is drivel that no one should read.
Please don't call, unless you want to. This is not me asking/rushing.
I'm drunk. Forgive the melodrama. My face is rutilant, but my shirt is just red.
That's not true. I'm wearing Machree's shirt, and it's grey, pardon my mythomania.